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Hey people this is a short story that I wrote in March, I just came across it and I now I typed it. I know it's not a poem but it carries the same amount of weight that my poems do. Hope you enjoy it and tell me what you think about it. Love you!!! Here it is, Lonely Forty-Four years in the year of unknown is this man who lives in solitude and has been for almost all his life. Then after he starts to wake up and do something for himself, doesn't know where to start. He really hasn't had any experience in any field of any area. The day was slowly starting the sun to sway from the sky above, to the ground below. Everybody knows this guy as a man who stays in the same house doing nothing and doesn't bother anybody. He starts to find a job looking for something he is good at. No body knows some people don't really care about him. Other people couldn't even imagine why he is really on this earth at all. For all this man knows he has no hope of doing anything that would remotely interest him. One day he starts to come to people's houses to ask for help so he could get job experience. Every single house that he went to turned him away. A lot of people that didn't even know who this guy was and they are asking why now does he start to find a job hopefully. His only hope is that these people would take him in and love him for who he is. No body knows about this man, they don't even know his name, he might be this hugely rich man and he isn't that bad looking and all he is looking for is someone to love him, and also to be there with him. He knew that this was going to happen but he figured he would give it a try. Why would anyone want to love me? I don't work, I don't do anything, that anybody would want to do anything with. I'm worthless, I'm not significant enough to work up to anybody's standards that I have no clue about. My whole world is coming to an end, what is my purpose in living? I don't have one. No one cares, no one even remotely seems interested. It's so funny to how everyone can be so involved in their day to day lives and we aren't sensitive enough to understand people's lives and hearts. We can't be so wrapped up in what we are doing than not to understand other people and give common courtesy to those who are having a bad day and you don't know it. You never know who you talk to each and every day the very person that is desperate and needs someone to talk to, may very well be your neighbor that you live by, or the person you talk to at the grocery store. A simple how are you doing? Could totally change their whole outlook on life. I am so surprised as to how many people are hurting deep down inside even though no body else would know because of that front they put up. Isn't that front there because it's happened to them more than once? Why would they start to trust when all they are going to get is a crushed heart? It's up to us to get the clue that this is happening and stop that person before it's to late, from doing something that they will regret forever. Written by Tiffany Langenes March, 2004 |